Tuesday, March 08, 2005
The Girl has lost her voice.
Not her writing one (well, hopefully not yet).
No this Girl is under the weather today.
I have razor blades for a throat and cannot speak.
Where once I breathed, there is now agonising hacking emanating from my lungs.
And a fuzzy mess where my brain used to be.
Not the best I have felt: I have only played with myself once today (and that doesn't really count, does it?)
Still, in my usual positively optimistic way, I am fighting furiously to regain who I am, as against how I feel; I am adamant that my health shall win the battle against this nasty virus, and quickly.
Until then, I am dosing up on the usual (echinacea, vitamin c, pornography), and hope to be back to writerly status very soon.